by SoN!c on Sat May 17, 2025 8:30 am
D3 END SCENE:
(part 1)
INTRO:
The town is wet ārain pounding like war drums on the asphalt. Itās pouring. Not just rain ā a biblical flood. The kind of rain that makes you believe Godās not just mad ā Heās pissed.
In some backstreet alley Retired Police Inspector Jim "Wild" Meeks lits a cigarette, watching steam rise off the manhole covers. Jim doesn't arrest people anymore these days. He hunts them.
And following a latest hunch, he hits the underground circuit to meet a snitch named "Mikey Two-Teeth" in some shady back room of an Italian restaurant...
AT THE RESTAURANT:
As Jim steps into "La Famiglia", a dingy restaurant front hiding a poker room and an unlicensed crematorium, he immediatly tips the bartender and says a secret word.
The bartender opens a back door to a smoky backroom. The place is a relic from another decade ā neon lights flicker, jukebox croons "Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down)". Inside are Mikey "Two-Teeth", Lenny āthe Muttā and Frankie āThe Lipā huddled in a big discussion over plans for some cash drop..
MIKEY:
(lighting a cigarette)
You ever notice how every fuckinā cash drop happens in a place that smells like piss and burnt toast? Jesus left this joint around '83. Took the good jukebox and the veal with him.
LENNY:
(nervous chuckle)
I dunno, I figured itās like, low profile, y'know?
FRANKIE:
So... we doinā the drop here later on or what? Itās goinā to Carmineās guy. The one with the lazy eye and the twitch. If he donāt show, we walk. If he shows with company, we run?.
At that moment Jim's eyes already scanned the entire room like he's playing chess with ghosts and loudly says āEver notice how loudmouths bleed faster? You're all scum. I clean scum.ā
Mikey "Two-Teeth", Lenny āthe Muttā and Frankie āThe Lipā all look up and Frankie says "Sjeeez, John Wayne with a badge is here. I thought you were retired Wild West?
(Mikey "Two Teeth" lights up his cigarette for the second time, calmly. And Lenny flips. As always.)
LENNY:
What the f*** is this, huh? Your gonna be flashinā that .44 like it means somethinā? Youāre in our town now, grandpaps. This aināt Frisco. How come you found us here huh?
MIKEY:
Relax, i'll handle the big cannon Lenny.
Mikey Two Teeth and Jim then go to the backdoor exit of the restaurant and start talking.
AT THE BACKDOOR EXIT OF "LA FAMIGLIA RESTAURANT"
Mikey Two-Teeth looks left and right, then whisperes, āTalking about loudmouths bleeding Jim. Word on the streets is, someoneās cleaning houseāmobsters, crooked cops, the works... They are all gonna get it. Even the big boss, Mr. Big Tuna himself.ā
Jim Meeks jaw tightened. āVigilante."
(The streets always seemed to whisper the same name of this vigilante, but always a bit different āLucien Louchiā..."Barry Louca"..."Larry Louche".)
Mikey Two-Teeth replied he liked the idea of a town vigilante, especially one that whacked a town jailkeeper.
āMaybe,ā Jim growled. āBut weāve got laws.ā
Mikey Two-Teeth laughs and says: āAnd you break āem every day.ā
Jim stared cold. āDifference is, I never lie about it. And I have a solid plan. You listen long enoughā¦ā¦the streets tell you everything. And thereās two kinds of men: the ones who do the dirty work, and the ones who clean it up. Im both. Tony Pro is around somewhere. That means Big Tuna is not far. It's all connected. This vigilante. Tony Pro. Big Tuna. I have a plan.
Mikey Two-Teeth answers: "Look outside Jim, Thatās not weather. You think itās rain? Nah. Thatās God takinā a leak on your plans and your karma. You canāt outdrive the rain when the Man Upstairs is unzipping his divine fly on you. If you wanna catch Big Tuna then you have to Ride like the devilās chasing you. And pray the sky runs outta piss before you run outta gas. Your to old Jim. Besides You better find some one else first. Big Tuna's second. He will lead you to him if you get it right and if i get to walk in those cases you know. I want out clean Jim. You still have the contacts. And that is why we are meeting hereā.
Jim answers: "āAināt nothinā holy about this weather Mikey. And storms like this? They donāt wash you clean Mikey. They just remind you what you still owe me. Hereās the deal,. You give me the real name of Big Tuna's second in command and where i can find him. If not, I give you ten seconds. Use 'em however you want ā pray, run, confess your sins, piss yourself ā doesn't matter. But when ten's up, I put a hole through something important.."
AT THE DOCKS / YACHT HARBOR
Somewhat later, a good honest tip from Mikey Two-Teeth led Jim to the docks right next to the yacht harbor of town.
Vincent Vega steps on his yacht, hair slicked back, L.A. sun in his eyes. Pulls his shades on. In the pouring rain. Because cool doesnāt get wet.
All the sudden Vincent Vega spots a man in the distance who is clearly investigating the area. And recognizes Jim "Wild" Meeks. The legend. The cop who didnāt play by the rules. The man who took out half of San Franciscoās criminal underworld with a .44 Magnum and a sneer. A guy who shouldāve retired quietly years ago. "What the f*ck is Jim Meeks doing here?" Can't be!!
But Vincent had recognized him 100%. Seeing Wild Meeks got Vinnie MAD and got him THAT look of a guy whoās ready to die as long as he gets to take someone with him. Vinnie immediatly reached out for his Pearl Handled COLT M1911A1, but then remembered he forgot his gun at the toilet that morning..not for the first time. "f*ck, f*ck f*ck" he mubled and start searching some weaponbag on his yacht (one that he normally uses for fishing and smoking cigars). He pulls out what he thought was a smoke ā but instead found a small, green metal lump with a pin and Cyrillic writing. Other then that, the bag was empty for weapons.
"Just one fucking Russian F1 grenade?ā he mumbled..
Vincent Vega didnāt usually deal with Russian hardware for hit actions. But for a moment, he danced. He laughed. He had found something he could use to kill Wild Meeks!
And damn, he looked cool doing it. "Wild Meeks is finally gonna get it Papa!" he shouts..and he runs towards the spot where he last saw Jim Wild Meeks sniffing around..
(Meanwhile Jim Meeks entered an empty warehouse searching around.)
AT THE WAREHOUSE:
At the moment Jim Meeks is upstairs in a cleaning supplies room (with direct view of vega's yacht) Vega enters and says:āLong time no see, Inspector MEEKS!.ā
(Jim didnāt flinch.)
JIM MEEKS: āYou got a name, son?ā
VEGA: āYeah. Vega. Vincent Vega. The son of Viktor Vega.ā
Silence.
VEGA: āI think you killed my old man. Back in ā79. San Francisco. He was small-time, but you made it permanent Meeks.ā
Vincent stands, backing toward the door, grenade in hand.
Jim raises an eyebrow.
JIM MEEKS: āYou ever see what a Russian F-1 fragmentation grenade does to a man in a booth this small son?,.. You pull that pin, you better be ready to die too Vega.
VEGA:āIāve died a dozen times, old man. I just never stayed dead.ā
JIM MEEKS: "You talk too much Vinnie".
VINCENT VEGA: "Oh Yeah Paps? You shoot too slow."
In a Tarantino-snap moment ā music kicks in. Think retro surf rock. Time slows.
Vega already yanked the pin with his teeth, and with a fluid flick ā like itās a goddamn baseball ā Vinnie lobbed the grenade across the room and toward the "nooooooo" shouting Jim 'Wild" Meeks..
The spoon pops. Time slows even more. The Russian F-1 grenade bounced twice, clinked against a table and a wall, and ended up right next to Jim.
JIM MEEKS says: "OH f*ck!"
BOOM!!.
The warehouse windows shatters outward. Slow-mo debris. A cloud of red, smoke, and irony.. Glass showers the street. Sirens scream in the distance.
Jim "Wild" Meeks HAS BEEN KILLED BY VINCENT VEGA!!!
Edits for typos
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SoN!c on Sat May 17, 2025 12:10 pm, edited 13 times in total.